Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Cora

I want him right now – immediately – so I impatiently sit up to fumble at the top of his boxer briefs, to push them downwards –

Roger glares at me a little again, at the challenge in my voice, and I glare right back.

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“Fine,” he snarls, rolling briskly away from me so that he’s sitting on the bed next to me, pushing his shorts down and kicking them off. I barely have a moment to look at him, my eyes widening at the sight of that thick, hard cock – before he grabs me, hauling me bodily on top of him so that my chest is pressed against his, my legs straddled on either side of his hips, my oh my god, the slick center of me pressed directly against the mass of his cock

“Fine, Cora,” Roger snaps, looking directly into my eyes, his temper riled, just how I like him.” Then let’s fucking do it.”

Without a word, still holding his gaze, I shift my hips upwards and reach one hand between us, feeling the proud length of him against my palm. I pump him once, twice, my mouth falling open as I realize the full size of him, Roger shuddering hard at my touch. And then, slowly, delicately, I position the tip of him directly at my entrance and then lower myself down.

I can’t help the noise that crawls from my throat as I lower myself fully onto Roger’s cock, the moan that turns into a cry as he slowly fills me far beyond the point I thought I could be

stretched. Roger groans deeply, his head falling against my shoulder, panting as I take all of him

in until my body is pressed flush against his.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and I feel the word as breath against my skin. “Fuck, Cora…”

My body starts to shake a little as I adjust to the feel of him inside of me, my face turned up to

the ceiling as my hips start to pulse of their own accord, wanting to feel him moving against my

inner walls.

“Fuck,” Roger says again, more definitive this time, and then he curls his back, pressing his hips.

upward, sinking moré completely into me, making my whole body rock forward at the sudden

then he’s pulsing, pounding up into me,

weather him as he holds my hips steady with his hands, pounding his

me stroke

and I welcome it, wanting it, angling my body so that Roger’s

Until –

as everything I am comes to pieces, as the tension snaps and pleasure sweeps through my body. Roger holds me through it, wrapping his arms tight around

around me, pressing

he whispers, his words thick, his throat raw. “Do you want it?”

at

his thumb and looking at me wish such

mark? You can have it –”

moment – Roger is still pressed inside of me, his arms wrapped around my body, his face just millimeters from mine, so

suddenly afraid, pulling away a little bit. “Can – can humans even take a wolf’s

mark?”

brows together for a moment, frowning, and I can see that he also just doesn’t know

I say, leaning back a little so that I can take his

newly–sensitive cock. “Roger,” I say again, waiting for him

do,” I say, nodding, making sure he understands me and waiting until he nods

wait? Until we know how my

moment and then pulls me a little closer so

laughing, he twists in the bed so quickly that

then laugher as my back hits the mattress and he

of his own

–

neck to the soft, tender space where my flesh arches down into my shoulder. “I’m going to mark you right…here…” he says, pressing his sharp teeth against it. I gasp a

the spot, “as soon as we know

shakes along with mine as he pulls me tight against him, not wanting to let me go. I let him, not wanting to be separated either,

and I find us both lying on our sides, our